floriography [ stories five ]

we arent even at fifty and im giving up on flower name titles || random scenes

[ yeehaw i'm a failure at my own self-imposed format
song: contractual by chase petra

⚠️- language, random shit, idk y'all i'm ?? having a slight breakdown my dudes

stay safe,
lew. ]

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[ extreme version of monster au; demon logan and there's human lewis and other shit ]

"Excuse me, sir?"

Logan turned away from his desk to meet the nervous eyes of one of the newest demons in his group. "What's up?"

"The... um, human keeps asking to see you. He's continually trying to escape the guards, and it's putting everyone on edge." She dropped her gaze almost immediately, a clipboard clutched to her chest. "It's already very unusual to keep one around—"

"I know," he sighed, "I'll handle it. Thanks, Ellie."

It looked like the girl had an internal fight before cautiously approaching his desk. "Sir, I could have someone call your associate, the— the magic one, have the human's memory wiped, and then take him back up top."

"It's okay. That's plan B, but maybe if I talk to him..." Logan stared off in the distance, looking immensely troubled for the first time in a long time.

"I'm sure you'll make the best decision for the situation." She paused, looking down at her clipboard before pulling a sheet of paper from it and laying it in front of him. "By the way, Harry called and left a message for you."

"Thanks again, Ellie. Take the rest of the day off."

Before she left, Ellie gently touched his shoulder and gave him a smile. "Take care, sir. I'll see you tomorrow."

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After calling Harry back, which was no easy feat, Logan went down to the holding cells. (Which, calling Heaven and its agents from Hell was a fucking nightmare. Cosmic forces at work, I guess. Or super shitty phone service.)

The soft, mumbling voice coming from the end of the hall was achingly familiar, one that reminded Logan of days gone by and some things he'd rather forget. But he persevered, finally stopping in front of the cell at the end.

The man slept fitfully, muttering bits and pieces of words, nothing easily deciphered. Hell had that effect on human minds, exhausting them and bringing out their worst nightmares when they eventually slept. He'd gotten visibly older, meaning Logan had really lost track of time since leaving the human world. The graying of his hair could be attributed to the stress of being in Hell, but there was a weariness evident even in sleep.

Logan dismissed the guards, then softly snapped his fingers. The man sat straight up, woken out of a dead sleep. He rubbed his eyes, then fumbled for the glasses on the floor next to him.

"Why did you come here?"

"Logan? Is that— Am I still dreaming?" He moved closer to the bars, peering through.

"You shouldn't have kept trying, Lewis," Logan sighed, "We let you go every other time, but you kept on coming back. Why—?"

"Cuz, how do you expect me to live my life knowing that my best friend doesn't get the same opportunity?"

[ and idk where to take this so dramatic build up for nothing ]

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[ dumb thing leave me alone ]

Lewis falling asleep before midnight? A pretty rare occurrence, especially in the weeks leading up to an album release. But Logan helped so much with that.

In fact, Lewis' exhaustion got the best of him, so there he was, asleep on the couch, the clock barely on six pm. Logan sat next to him, hand in the other man's hair as he played on his phone. Plus, it was trick-or-treat night. Lewis had put a bowl of candy out on the porch, then made sure the light was off out there.

So, when the doorbell rang, Logan planned on ignoring it. It kept ringing, though, and he finally had to get up and check who it was.

No one seemed to be out there. He opened the door to look around, but saw nothing off at first. Then, he noticed all the toilet paper draped in the trees and across the ground, then the knocked over decorations.

"What the fuck—"

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[ parent squad ?? trick or treating ?? this is dorky ]

"Tyler! Stay with us, okay?" Lewis called, earning himself a swat on the back of the head from one of the other parents.

"He's with Bee and Rosie, he'll be fine," Chase told him, "Plus, Bailey's up there, and you know he won't let anything happen."

He glanced up at his son again, biting down on his lip. Tyler's 'costume' was a pretty simple one, but it kept punching him in the gut. From all the cartoon characters he could've chose from, the five year old wanted to be the guy from all the pictures in his house.

So Bailey helped by drawing on the tattoos, and Ronnie did the hair. And he ended up with a mini-Logan to watch during trick-or-treating.

Chase's daughter, being the oldest, tried to help by keeping Rosie and Tyler in line, but it was a big job. Not that the younger two were loud or rambunctious kids, but mostly, Bee's temper rivaled her mother's.

The mermaid costume shimmered in the low light, as well as the glitter in her hair. Her bright colors stood out against Rosaline's dark witch costume, complete with a mini-broomstick that the little angel kept accidentally tripping Tyler with.

Bailey was a sight to behold too. Face painted up with a dog's nose, and in a pajama jumpsuit thing to match, he was having just as much fun as the kids.

[ and again idk how to continue oops ]